Truly, it is over
My cheeks are dry
But the taste of salt
Will not leave my mouth
My heart no longer races
Even when you are so close
But there is no returning to
How it was
I will now endure
The slow crawl of time
No longer a drifter
But a deserter
Slogging through the mud of
A futile effort


The Observer

I am the Observer
I once again took a stroll outside my Temple
To watch the destruction unfold anew
Its limestone columns tore at itself
As if compelled towards self-destruction
And believe it would make itself into
What it doesn’t appear to have ever known
Whole, I think it wants
To be smooth for priestess’ touch
Should it ever receive such a blessing

I returned into my Temple shortly
Standing silent, I saw loss in form
Fell, and wept
Have you ever seen stone bleed?
It’s quite a sight
That I, the Observer, shall never share

The Greatest Swindle

Honor looked so rewarding
And I desired it greatly
Many would say I have it
But I know the truth

It came all too easy
Without intent, nonetheless
I deceived the heavens
And lost any I might have had
In spectacular fashion

I exposed my neck
And made a deal
“Let fate do with me as willed.”
Upon granting me this
My will no longer my own
A smirk formed in my mind
“Now nothing will ever become of me.”
For Fate has never been

My Nightly Thought

Just a thought
A nightly thought it can’t be helped I’ve already walked past
But the memory still lingers
And burns as intensely
As when first ignited
I thought myself selfish
I’ll still dream of your grace
Blessing my gross negligence
Idling as I let myself rot
But I could replace your medication
At the least
To protect your mind
Take me inside you
Let me grow from your warmth
And I build you a home
A castle of gold in the lush country
A sanctuary of peace in your mind
I will find you knights
Of such strength
To guard your beauty
I will kneel before you
And request residency
So we may
I wish for us to never leave
Each other’s gaze
…. No, not you?

I Am Deaf to the Music

Why does my mind allow such torture?
To allow myself to think
That those
That for such feelings grow
Why do I allow it so
That I feel you serve only one purpose so
To fix what I have broke
To fix me
Why do I allow it so
Can you awake the good in me
That all seems to know
But I will not show
In truth I see only evil
I only think of women as my salvation
Why can’t one be that
Which I need
Save me from this coldness
Is there no music that can lure you
But do I lure you to shore
Will I crash your ship on the rocks
And swear my fate as a siren to women
Stop calling myself nice
I must be a demon
That will corrupt your senses
That man is not as good as he appears